Storm

Thunder crashes, 
lightning flashes
rain pours down in buckets.

Crouched in fear you sit, 
hiding as if waiting
for some invisible strike.

Within your mind streams
every atom of your being
demands the noise to stop, 
for the flashing to end.

You rock, hands to your ears.
People see you as a creature
sweating in fear.
But do any stop
to ask how you are?

As the storm ends
you uncurl standing
rearranging your clothes.
You know you are okay.
Within your own mind.
Safe once again now
able to go about your day.

[A/N] Written about a friend who is really scared of storms.

Written: October 2010